Redemption from the Abyss: The School Beauty Insists on Pulling Me Out of the Mire

When I returned to Class 8 of Grade 11, it was already the third period.

The physics teacher was lecturing on mechanics with great enthusiasm, while the classroom below was deathly silent.

Xie Wang shouted "Report!" and without waiting for the teacher's response, walked straight back to the last row, stuffed his schoolbag into the desk drawer, lay down, and closed his eyes.

His movements were fluid and graceful, as if he were in his bedroom, not a classroom.

The whole class turned to look at him, their expressions varied. Some were gloating, others were sympathetic.

As everyone knows—this is the last one in the rankings, the unlucky guy who's about to be demoted.

Xie Wang was completely oblivious to these gazes.

He was exhausted. Upgrading his computer and running decryption programs last night, plus the confrontation with Jiang Yue this morning, had drained his energy.

However, he had only been lying down for less than five minutes.

"Bang!"

The front door was pushed open violently.

Class teacher Wang Jianguo stood at the door with a dark face, watching Xie Wang sleeping, his thermos cup trembling in his hand.

"Xie Wang! Get your ass to my office!"

The whole class erupted in suppressed laughter.

"Oh no, Old Wang is going to explode."

"I guess they're notifying him to fill out a withdrawal application form."

Xie Wang frowned in his sleep and sat up irritably.

He slowly stood up, stretched in front of everyone, then put his hands in his pockets and swayed as he followed them out.

……

Teachers' office.

The air conditioning was blasting, but the atmosphere was so hot it was suffocating.

"Snapped!"

Old Wang slammed an official document on the table.

"See for yourself!"

Old Wang pointed at the "List of Students at the Bottom of Grade 11" with exasperation, his finger slamming into the paper. "Xie Wang, last place! Out of 1200 students in the entire grade, you're ranked 1200th! You've really made me proud!"

Xie Wang leaned against the desk, glancing around with his eyes lowered.

My name was indeed bright red, ranking first.

"Teacher, I understand." Xie Wang said calmly, "Is there anything else? If not, I'm going back to sleep."

"Sleep, sleep, sleep! You're about to get out of here, why are you still sleeping!"

Old Wang was so angry his blood pressure soared. Clutching his chest, he yelled, "Next Monday, parents sign the papers, pack your things, and report to vocational high school! The school has made its decision; this time, no one can save you!"

Xie Wang didn't speak, but his gaze went past Lao Wang and looked at the desk next door.

That's Mr. Li's seat in the computer competition group.

At this moment, Teacher Li was grabbing her hair, yelling furiously at the computer screen, and even wanted to smash the keyboard.

"Ugh! What kind of rubbish did Jiang Yue write?! He messed up at the crucial moment!"

Teacher Li, covered in sweat, paced anxiously in circles: "We're about to submit our code for the provincial competition's preliminary review, and this program crashes as soon as it runs! With a bug like this at this crucial moment, what about our school's gold medal?!"

Old Wang was a little annoyed at being interrupted while giving a lecture: "Old Li, keep your voice down. I'm disciplining a student."

"What kind of scolding is this?!" Teacher Li's eyes reddened with anger. "The principal just gave a death order: we must win the provincial first prize this year! We were counting on Jiang Yue, but he added a bunch of fancy algorithms just to show off, and now the core logic is stuck in a dead loop! I can't fix it!"

"Then call Jiang Yue over to fix it."

"Screw your calling! He took leave to go to the hospital, saying he was scared by someone and his heart isn't feeling well!" Teacher Li slumped into her chair in despair. "It's over, there's only one hour left until the deadline. This kid is going to screw me over..."

In that despair.

Xie Wang suddenly spoke up.

"that……"

He pointed to the blue-glowing computer screen on Teacher Li's computer, "It's a memory overflow."

The office fell silent for a second.

Old Wang's eyes widened: "What did you say?"

Teacher Li was also stunned, turning to look at the student who exuded a roguish air and looked like he hadn't slept well: "Who are you?"

"Thank you for your vain."

Xie Wang ignored their shock and walked straight behind Teacher Li, glancing at the dense code on the screen.

It's definitely Jiang Yue's style of all talk and no action.

The architecture is elaborate, but the logic is terrible.

"Line 420, the recursion has no termination condition; line 508, the pointer went out of bounds."

Xie Wang's voice was lazy, as if he were saying that the weather was nice today, "This kind of garbage code is so bad that it's hard to fix, we might as well rewrite it."

"Rewrite...rewrite?" Teacher Li looked at him like he was crazy. "There's only one hour left! This is thousands of lines of work!"

"Ten minutes."

Xie Wang stretched out a hand and waved it in front of him.

"Are you kidding me!" Old Wang exclaimed, trying to pull Xie Wang back. "Xie Wang, don't make things worse! This is a matter of great importance concerning the school's honor. What do you know about computers?!"

"Let him give it a try!"

Teacher Li suddenly shouted. He was a tech guy, and Xie Wang had spotted the "pointer out of bounds" error at a glance—it wasn't a fluke. That was the eye of an expert.

Rather than waiting to die, it's better to try anything, even if it seems hopeless.

Teacher Li moved aside and said, "Kid, if you dare to mess around, I'll make you regret it."

Xie Wang didn't waste any words.

He threw his schoolbag on the ground and pulled out a chair to sit down.

The moment his hands touched the keyboard, his entire aura changed.

That languid feeling of not being fully awake vanished instantly, replaced by a chilling focus and sharpness.

"Crackling and popping—"

The sound of keyboard typing echoed loudly in the quiet office.

fast.

too fast.

Old Wang and Teacher Li stood behind, their mouths slowly opening into an "O" shape.

They couldn't see Xie Wang's finger movements at all; all they saw was the code on the screen refreshing like a waterfall. He didn't even need to think or pause; it was as if those complex algorithms were already etched into his mind.

Delete, refactor, encapsulate.

Jiang Yue's bloated and complicated program was dismantled into pieces in a few minutes, and then reassembled using the simplest and most brute-force kernel.

Although Lao Wang couldn't understand the code, he understood Teacher Li's expression.

Teacher Li was staring wide-eyed at the screen, muttering to himself, "Holy crap... you can write it like that? This algorithm... this optimization... amazing..."

Nine minutes and forty-five seconds.

Press Enter.

Xie Wang pressed the last key, leaned back in his chair, and rested his body against the backrest.

A green dialog box pops up on the screen:

Compilation successful. Runtime: 0.2 seconds.

"Done."

Xie Wang pulled a lollipop from his pocket, tore open the wrapper, put it in his mouth, and turned his chair around to look at the two petrified teachers.

Teacher Li rushed to the computer and, with trembling hands, clicked on the results.

perfect.

Not only have all the bugs been fixed, but the running efficiency has also increased tenfold compared to before!

This isn't just fixing code, this is a complete dimensional attack!

"My God...a genius..."

Teacher Li turned around abruptly, grabbed Xie Wang's hand, and stammered excitedly, "Student! No, genius! What's your name? Which class are you in? How come I've never noticed you before?"

"Class 8, Grade 11, Xie Wang."

Xie Wang pulled his hand back, looking disgusted. "Didn't I just say we're last place?"

At this moment, Old Wang finally snapped out of his shock and stammered, "Xie...Xie Wang, since you know this, why do you always fail the exams..."

"I don't want to take the exam."

Xie Wang stood up, picked up his schoolbag from the ground, and dusted it off.

He looked at Teacher Li, who was still in a state of excitement, his eyes calm yet sharp:

"Teacher, I've fixed the code. The provincial first prize is definitely yours. You have to give me some compensation, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes! Absolutely no problem!" Teacher Li nodded vigorously. "What kind of reward do you want? A scholarship? Or a certificate of honor?"

"Those empty words are useless."

Xie Wang chewed the candy in his mouth, and the sweetness spread throughout his mouth.

He pointed to the official document on Old Wang's desk.

"I have two conditions."

"First, my name was crossed off the 'last-place elimination' list. I don't want to go to vocational high school."

"No problem! Absolutely no problem!" Teacher Li made the decision immediately, then turned to Old Wang, "Teacher Wang, sending such a computer genius to a vocational high school? That's a loss to our school! That's a crime! He must stay!"

Old Wang wiped his sweat and nodded hurriedly, "Keep them! Definitely keep them! They're definitely promising students with special talents!"

"second."

Xie Wang paused, then looked out the window.

That's the direction of Class 1, Grade 11. It's sunny, quiet, and clean.

"Class 8 is too noisy, it's affecting my sleep."

Xie Wang looked at the two teachers and revealed his true purpose, a confident smile playing on his lips:

"I want to transfer to another class. I want to go to Class 1 of Grade 11."

There was a three-second silence in the office.

Old Wang's eyes widened: "You want to go to the advanced class? That's for the top students in the whole school..."

"Is that not allowed?"

Xie Wang raised an eyebrow and pointed to the computer. "Jiang Yue is in Class 1, right? I fixed his code. If he can stay, why can't I?"

Upon hearing this, Teacher Li immediately switched sides, after all, he was the homeroom teacher of Class 1: "Yes! Absolutely! I'll call the academic affairs office later! We'll transfer you to Class 1 under the guise of 'specially recruited team member for the Computer Olympiad'! If you can win a national gold medal, let alone a class transfer, I'll even let him live in the principal's office!"

Looking at this usually troublesome person in front of him, Old Wang suddenly felt that the world was a bit magical.

Ten minutes ago, he was still thinking about how to get rid of this rotten mud.

Ten minutes later, this mud was transformed into a deity to be worshipped.

Xie Wang laughed.

His smile had a roguish charm.

"Thanks, Teacher Li."

He picked up his schoolbag, turned around and walked out, his back view as dashing as a swordsman who had just sheathed his sword.

Su Qinghe.

I didn't use your notes.

But I came.